Hi! Welcome to chapter 7! I know you'll like it :D. Thanks to my awesome reviewers! You guys make me so happy and proud. Love ya. In this chapter, things get a little more serious between Jack and Charlotte. Tell me what you think at the end in a nice little review. I appreciate it :*. Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

"Do you want to tell me what happened, love?" Jack asked tenderly, peering into Charlotte's wet face. They were in his cabin, sitting on his bed.

She shakily told him what Pete had tried with her, watching the different emotions on his face.

"I feel so stupid. I could've done so many things to help myself." she sniffled and wiped the snot and tears away hastily with the sleeve of her brand new dress. She let out a hopeless sob when she realized what she had done.

"You're not stupid. And what you did was a normal reaction. Don't think otherwise." Jack comforted and slung an arm around her waist and tugged her close to him.

Her body was still shaking and the crying didn't help whatsoever.

"Here..." Jack said and got her a handkerchief from his pocket. It looked new.

She wiped her cheeks of their tears and shakily sighed, resting her head against his pounding heart. He had been through quite a bit too, losing a crew member and all.

"Thank you."

"I've got just the thing," Jack started and went to go get something out of his desk. He retrieved a bottle full of amber liquid. "Drink your troubles away."

He handed her the bottle and looked at her expectantly.

She sighed again and raised the bottle to her lips without any hesitation and took a huge swig.

Her throat burned immensely but she ignored it and let her eyes water.

It seemed like Jack should've stopped her vast intake of alcohol but something told her he was already a little tipsy himself.

She knew the alcohol was working and she began to feel a little elated, but in the sad and pathetic way that made her know she would regret all this drinking in the morning.

She handed the bottle to Jack who took an even bigger gulp and then sighed with content as he pulled it away from his lips.

"Have you ever been drunk before?" Jack asked with a little bit of a slur.

"No," Char replied honestly. It surprised even her that she had never turned to alcohol during her father's illness.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." Jack said, smirking darkly.

Charlotte giggled and took the bottle back from him.

As much as she didn't like it, the rum did help her.

Her mind became foggy and made thinking about anything but the rocking of the ship and Jack's form against her difficult.

Maybe it was the rum, but she was beginning to see her father's point. Maybe this was for the best, staying with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Oh Jack. She looked over at him and he seemed a lot more attractive. Not that he wasn't in the first place...

She raised the bottle to her lips and tried not to think about him, washing away these thoughts with this magical drink.

Jack took the bottle from her after a few more sips and actually finished off the entire thing and Char pouted.

"That's enough for you, Charlie." he slurred.

She watched him as he sat next to her, tipping the bottle so every last drop was gone. She knew that if she ever even attempted to drink like he did, she would probably die or something. His ability to process alcohol was legendary.

"So... What do you want to do?" he asked her.

"Absolutely nothing." she said and Jack separated from her so lay his head on the pillows. Charlotte did the same.

"Hmm." Jack toned.

He lay back next to her and they stayed like this for awhile, staring at the ceiling while Jack hummed some song she didn't know.

He flipped over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand after a little while.

"You're pretty," he said and she turned her head to look at him.

"Really?"

"Yes. You're eyes are pretty. Don't you like them? I do."

"My eyes, yes. They're my favorite feature about myself. That's it, though." She said quietly and he snuggled in a little closer so their foreheads were almost touching. He breathed out of his mouth and his warm breath clouded around her face in rum smelling puffs. Her face and toes were cold in the night air and she was certain that the mist from his breath could be visible on her pale face.

"And you smell nice, too. You're the whole package." he muttered and she scoffed playfully.

"Thanks Jack... I wish I could say you smell nice too."

"Don't I?" he asked offensively and went as far as to smell his armpit.

She shook her head with a smile on her face and he got a little closer still. He had his slim body pressed against her side.

He slowly lowered his head to the crook of her neck, inhaled deeply and placed a light kiss there.

He raised a hand and pushed down her sleeve so he could fully get at her skin and she tilted her head invitingly.

He parted his lips and trailed wet kisses on her neck and worked his way down to the crook in her shoulder. He nipped at her skin hungrily with his teeth and she hissed and then sighed as he ran his warm tongue over the marks, soothing them. She hoped he wouldn't cause any noticeable damage.

She moaned and pressed her hand on the back of his head so he could get to more of her soft flesh at once. He eagerly did so and began to work his way up to her jaw, sucking at her skin all the while.

She loved the feeling of his warm breath on her neck. Goosebumps raced up and down her white skin and she had an odd yet pleasant feeling in her lower half.

She flinched when she felt his moist, rough lips over hers and parted her mouth a little.

He moaned into her and slipped his tongue in to accommodate hers enthusiastically and she whimpered a little at this strange new sensation.

They kissed deeply and eventually had to break apart to breathe.

Jack's hands found their way to her hips and felt their way down to the hem of her dress.

"Jack..." Charlotte muttered as her eyes fluttered open. "No."

Jack looked a little crestfallen. "I knew you were going to say that. I understand, though."

She smiled at him gratefully.

"Thank you. You're a good man."

He grinned lopsidedly at her and was about to open his mouth to protest when Charlotte placed a finger over his lips.

"Hush. I'm tired." she whispered with her eyes closed and lay back down on the pillow.

He knew he had to go out soon for his shift at the helm but he didn't say anything about it and joined her in the peaceful moment.

He put one arm under her head, propping it up and the other on her stomach. Jack then rested his head on her shoulder.

Char reached up to Jack's arm underneath her head and held his hand.

The alcohol had made her feel drowsy and she was quickly asleep.

Jack studied her features while she breathed.

Her thick, dark lashes and pouty lips and sprinkle of freckles on her round nose.

He involuntarily removed his hand from her stomach and ran it over her chapped, pink lips.

She stirred and his hand lurched back, but relaxed when she became still. A tiny smile graced her lips and he smiled too, wondering what she was dreaming of and hoping it was him.

"'Night, Charlie. Sweet dreams." Jack whispered and placed one more kiss on her pink cheek before getting up to go out on the deck.


Charlotte hissed as she probed the purple mark with her finger. Jack had left a reasonable size bruise on her neck. No, not bruise. Love bite.

Suddenly the door opened and Jack entered; a grimace on his face due to his hangover. When he slammed the door behind him Char's head throbbed too.

"Keep it down! I told you I've never been drunk before and I've most certainly not been hung-over…" she complained and his frown was momentarily replaced by a smirk.

She turned back to the mirror and sighed.

"Thanks." She mumbled unhappily and he went to her side to see what she was looking at.

"Oh, that. Yes, I'm sorry but I'm simply making my mark." He explained and placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"What?" she asked and turned her head to face him, a little too quickly and her vision swam.

"Showing what's mine for the time being." He husked into her ear and she shivered and blushed.

"Right," she muttered and broke away from him to go and lie down. This statement had rubbed her the wrong way. Who was he to portray her as his own? And for the time being?

"I'm going back to sleep for a little bit." She groaned and closed her eyes.

A few seconds past with no response from Jack so she opened one eye and jumped. He was lying right next to her!

"God , you're like a bloody cat." She said and rolled over onto her side to face away from him.

"What is it?" Jack asked and she closed her eyes and sighed.

"It's nothing…"

"No, really, what's wrong, love?" he pressed on and she pursed her lips.

"Nothing! Just let me sleep. Please?" she said exasperatedly and he scoffed.

"Time of the month or something?" he asked and she parted her mouth in slight disgust.

"For your information, no. And even if it was, I would not be sharing it with you." Charlotte said shortly and he boomed with laughter.

"Sorry, love. But I think that answers my question." He said in a low voice and stood up. "I'm off to lunch. Want anything? Got any cravings I should know about?"

"Shut up." Charlotte groaned and massaged her temples.

"Sheesh." Jack said and she heard him leave the cabin. She closed her eyes and pulled the blankets around herself before nodding off, the sway of the ship making her queasy.


SO! How'd you like it? Char rejected him a little there but Jack didn't seem to mind! He is a good man! Review for kisses from Jack! ;) You know you want to… And sorry it's short. Expect most of my chapters to be about this long. And again, sorry for not updating in so so so long. I have been crazy busy. My school starts on Tuesday and I've been prepping and have had loads to do. Hopefully, my schedule will even out a little and I will be able to fit more writing time in.